Cooltreespirit

Cooltreespirit

Watching always, the spirit of the wood holds us in her spell of wonder.

She marks out the seasons with her multi coloured cloak. In the morning she comes to me decked in silver which vanishes in the heat of day. In the evening she is covered by the misty web of her lover.

She holds the keys to the misteries of life and death. In her ever changing eyes is the wisdom of kings.

In her protection the ancient spirits play, deep in her womb the dark lord lies waiting for her to call him again; with her enchanting laughter he is brought back to dance once more in her embrace.